you mean nothing to me, oh Vienna...

The feeling is gone, only you and I,
I means nothing to me,
This means nothing to me...

This is the moment when you know,
That you told her that you love her but you don't,
You touch her skin, and then you think
That she is beautiful, but she don't mean a thing to me,
No, she don't mean a thing to me.

The image is gone, only you and I,
It means nothing to me,
Oh, this means nothing to me...

Softly, deftly, music shall caress you,
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you,
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness that you know you cannot fight,
The darkness of the music of the night.

The music is weaving,
Haunting notes, pizzicato strings,
The rhythm is calling...

From D to B flat my fingers skip and run, mimicking the tumble of thoughts and words and my mind so highly strung...